Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-03-06

AA hAt NAONu WIS OI uIuu dndiu- W Us III
love of art that called them? 1t was the
renown of the peachblow vase and the &C.
eentricities of the woman that owned it.
The stewart collection is notable one
beyond doubt; few more 50 have been seen
in New York Of late years. But il is the
dead widow of A. s. Stewart and her forty
millions, not her pictures, that call out at
least a share of the throng. As | entered
the art roOmso on one OF the first mornings
OF the exhibition Mrs. Garfield aud her
daughter Mollie stood before the immense
"HOrse Fair" of Rosa BOnheur, and general
attention was pretty evenly divided be
tween her quiet unconscious figure, the
paintings on the walls aud gossip about
their late owner, the woman who cared for
none of them.
There isn't picture here that has been
added since Stewart died, (" said On artist to
his companion, as he pushed by me, cata-
logue in hand, a pencil between his thin,
demonstrating fingers. do you see there
is nothing by CorOt, Millet, Diaz,
Rousseau, FrOmentin, Jules Dupre OF Jules
Breton. don't believe she ever bought
80 much as a sketch for the lot" and their
voices were lost as the crowd swallowed
them up.
"They sly she didn't like pictures"
this from a fresh-cheeked, tailor-made
damsel with a gorgeous crimson and yell
low tulip in her buttOnhOle; they say she
never went into the gallery in that Fifth
avenue marble dungen Of hers unless 1t
rained and she could find no place to ex-
ercise in. | know women who say they
have seen her again and again pacing up
aud down the floor, q shawl over her head
aud her ewes east down, never looking once
at an ancient or a modern master Of them
all. Some of them, folks say, she fairly
hated them, and would turn her back ON
them when she happened TO glance at the
wall where they hung; that MeisSOnier
now, I've heard, was her b%eteROir, and the
g~ossiper pointed To the "lSOI" that has
the post of honor in the large gallery, and
is confidently expected TO bring a larger
price than was ever paid for any picture
before at public or private sale in this
country. They say she disliEed that
above all things else in the house, had a
Crude against il that had lasted for years,
and NEXT it she had a horror of the statuary.
She Warped . rug about that bit OF marble
one day because il looked so cold to her,
rs she sat in front of it. Poor old soul, i
don't fret SD much about wanting to be rich
whcnI think of her.
| stayed half an hour perhaps and during
all that time rs | threaded my way IN and
ont among the groups about the pictures
| heard now a word for M~eiSSonier's horses,
the most gallant Steeds surely that any
-. - 4 Al, L.,ll, hos na1nta1. IN
appreCiative comment on Fortuny's
Snake CharmerS" the most notable bit OF
that painters work that the country has
vet received, and ever and non n world OF
rumOr and SurmiSe about the last years OF
the woman of 80, over whose unused and
to her useless dollars her heirs are heating
their tempers now that she Is in her grave.
"Have YOU seen the dresses" was the
last query that found its way To my ears aS
| turned To descend the stairs, and il couple
of diamond earrings shot sparks into my
eyes rs a vivaciouS little head turned this
way and that in the eagerneSS OF speech
| begged papa to get me 4 chance the very
day it was known they were to he sold.
Such heads and heaps of things yOu never
dreamed of. There they were, all strewn
about one big front room on the second
floor at Thirty-fnurth street, gowns on one
side. and bOnnetS and ClOaES and stockings
and boots Oh the other; and there was all
alone with the beauties except for papa,
who was in q wicked hurry and the servant
that stood mt the door. Did yOu ever hear
of such luck in yOur life?
'Oh, dear no; | couldn't tell what l
liked best. There WAS 4 peach blow satin
very low in the neck-She had lovely
shoulders if she was -, you know, and
a pale blue silk all covered with clouds of
lace. The un~derclothcs were as pretty as
the dresses; there was nothing but lace and
embroidery To them. And the stockings;
| don't know but they tempted me Us much
~ anything there; such line soft silk and
- cxuuisitCly woven. COuld.have stayed
there forever if papa hadn't hurried me of.
lie didn't look at anything but the wigs;
there were more than u dozen of yellow
ones. didn't want to buy anything
though, and | didn't care If they were to
hc auctioned of to relatives only"
The white and gold shades Of the Stewart
house, at Thirty-fourth street and Fifth
avenue, were hall raised rs ! walked 10y on
cav my tue EtlltlitN. Ni-u' vas ~
unSual that every paSScr stopped to hesure
his eyes had not deceived him. The
memory of the average New Yorker hardly
"a, back to a time when they were lifted
| before. Close drawn in their magnificent
mOnotony they have stimulated the
curiosity that now breaks out at a partial
revelation OF the treasures they concealed.
The pictures and tue statuary will hr on
exhibition for a fortnight longer, and New
York will flock to see them for that length
ut time and then forget them as it has for
! gotten so many sensations before. But
there is one bit OF information that it-0r
| the feminine part of it-ought to hold
closely in its memOry-that any woman,
he her husband rs many times q million
are rs he may, is the better Tor u sound
business education and q whOleanme grip
on this world and its many interests, lest Il
lonely life "a on IN utter drearlneSS and 4
decollete ghost, trying To extract comfort
from n pink silk, see it's goods and chattcls
parcekd out among such as can fight OF
such ~ can buy.
Bits Of Gossip.